The Wrath Walker (The Wrath Series Book 1) by Matthew Newson (moboreader txt) 📕

“He won’t say he’s a target, Father,” I said to myself. “I know his type. He will look for a way to possibly save the others, but most assuredly himself in the process. If he tells them he’s a target, he will be placed in protective custody, and then he won’t be able to save anyone, including his own life. Still, you said this is the one man out of all the humans that I have been sent to release your wrath upon that has the potential to aid me on my mission, Lord. Well, here’s to hoping he chooses the right path, because the alternative is that he gets added to the list of those unfortunate souls who still refused you at their end.”

My watch indicated I had waited exactly two hours and three minutes for Brandon when he finally exited the building. Elizabeth took over ninety minutes herself before she even arrived to perform the interrogation. I mean, how inconsiderate of others’ time the race of man is. They always want to be waited on or have someone waiting for them.

When Brandon stepped outside, he was visibly upset, and I figured it had to do with seeing and talking to Elizabeth. I also assumed she said calculated harsh words to dig at Brandon, and my assumption was correct when I saw him punch the steering wheel. He appeared to be beating himself up pretty good, which told me he had uttered some cutting remarks himself. That poor, tormented man was literally ravaged by guilt and shame. A part of me pitied him, but I still had a job to do, and feelings like pity didn’t factor into that.

I glanced at my watch and noticed I still had a vast amount of time before my next appointment. I needed something to do before then, so I decided to follow Brandon, and see where the evening took him. I wondered if he would try and skip town, or maybe seek refuge in a place he considered to be safe and secure from my reach. But nothing could stop me from getting to him when his time came.

I was a little more than surprised when I saw him pull into a church.

“What are you doing, Mr. Farmer?” I contemplated to myself, but then I saw which church he had selected. The feelings of surprised quickly left me, and I wondered if he knew what he was really walking into as he got out of his car. I entered into the building after him but kept a safe distance between us.

I looked all around at the opulent tile floors and golden fixtures, with a massive bookstore and high-end coffee shop. The people seemed to frequent those areas more than they did the sanctuary, which made that place more of a business instead of a house of God. Having places for the members to have fellowship are not bad in and of themselves, but that church had deeper issues than the worship of the almighty dollar. If Jesus were there, he would expel all of this wickedness like he did to the money changers.

“Father, this place must be dealt with as well, and my brothers and I will rid the wickedness from these grounds when the time comes,” I whispered to myself as I followed Brandon into the sanctuary. “But I hear you, and I will wait until your appointed time.”

My blood boiled within me just from being in that building and knowing what it really stood for. As I watched Brandon walk toward the sanctuary, one of the baristas came up to me with a tray of small cups of coffees to sample. She appeared to be in her early twenties and had on a red apron coupled with a black hat to hold back her blonde hair. I saw this young lady was innocent and wanted to be a true follower of the Lord. Little did she know, she wouldn’t find him there.

She held up the tray to me. “Good evening, sir. Would you like to sample one of the many different coffees we brew at The Savior’s Pick Me Up?”

I turned my head and smiled. I knew right away she had eyes to see into the spirit since she could see me as if I were in the flesh, but she hadn’t yet realized the amazing gift she had been given. “What a clever and catchy name.”

“I know, right? But I didn’t name it. Hey, that is a really cool suit you have on. I’m kind of partial to red, myself.”

“Thank you, and I had a feeling from your red apron you might have had a fondness for the color. The coffees do smell absolutely wonderful, but I’m afraid I must decline. But thank you all the same.” I was as polite as I could be.

“You’re welcome, and thank you for being so kind, sir.”

I looked up to see Brandon enter the door to find a seat on the ground floor.

“I must be getting into the service now, so have a good night,” I said as she told me to do the same.

I took the stairs to the second floor and sat at the top of the darkened balcony. Since it was a weeknight the crowd size was greatly diminished, and I knew they often kept the lights off in that section to make the sanctuary seem smaller to those who were in it.

From there I could survey the entire room without being noticed by anyone with the ability to see into the spirit. Brandon could look directly at me from where he sulked in his chair on the back row, and never realize he was looking straight at me. For crying out loud, if he didn’t want people to pay attention to him then he needed to not look like his puppy dog just died. Then again, the guy had been through a lot, and it was